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Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Sleepless Knights


Insomnia be the battlefield.
My perception of the world
Is my reality,a shield.
Guarding me against thoughts
That seek to stab my mentality.

I  stay awake through the sleepless nights
As the moon of wisdom illuminates
My shinning armour.
I be a sleepless knight

My pen as my sword,
I fight to save the whispers
Of my damsel;
My muse
By jotting them down

I write to survive.
I win these battles,
So I can sleep soundly.


[Inspired by two friends who are also poets: Elikplim Akorli and Richard Henry Quist.It started and happened on Elikplim's Facebook status which talked about how uses his time at dawn when he can't sleep and that was to write. Inspiration actually struck when Richard commented on the post with this, "Sleepless Knights." .Written circa 0138hrs 21/8/2012]

Friday, 17 August 2012

MINGLING SHADES OF LOVE















Faster heartbeats
Presence so sweet
Eyes so bright
The head so light:
The young love

Do something better
Things getting bitter
Love that hurts
Love not met:
The fading love

Love waiting on fate
Waiting for a date
Love without hate
But love too late:
Timid love

Love too physical
Love so typical
Love without focus
Is much hocus-pocus:
Empty love

The love that rises
In the event of crises
The love that heals
This love so real:
The strong love

Love so natural
Love so actual
Love not a must
Love that trusts:
The mature love

Love that shares
Love that cares
Love so available
Love undeniable:
Lovely love

The love that we are
And the colour so far
The love that flies
Over shades of miles:
Beyond love






[As my contribution to the next edition of ALEWA : The Rebirth Of Spoken Word & Poetry in Ghana.

The next edition of ALEWA,which is the fifth, is themed on "LOVE," with the tag line: "Verbal Intercourse."
It comes with a formula for the show: Verbal Intercourse + x = LOVE; Find x.] 





Thursday, 16 August 2012

Her,Beauty


Her beauty
So concentrated at the core
Diluted only by
The different perception
Of her admirers
Whose imperfect eye
Sees her perfection.
Her beauty
So concentrated at the core
That she wishes to ask them,
"What are you staring for?"
If her admirers would
See the beauty in themselves.
For beauty is ugliness that
Has a positive view of herself.

 [Inspired by Daily Dose Poetry's picture and the poem alongside it
 on Facebook. Written at 2207hrs on 15/8/2012]